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A New England Girlhood, Outlined from Memory (Beverly, MA)
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Lucy Larcom
47
"God
moves
in
a
mysterious
way,"
was
one
of
my
first
and
dearest.
It
reminded
me
of
the
rolling
of
thunder
through
the
sky;
and,
understood
as
little
as
the
thunder
itself,
which
my
mother
told
me
was
God's
voice,
so
that
I
bent
my
ear
and
listened,
expecting
to
hear
it
shaped
into
words,
it
still
did
give
me
an
idea
of
the
presence
of
One
Infinite
Being,
that
thrilled
me
with
reverent
awe.
And
this
was
one
of
the
best
lessons
taught
in
the
Puritan
school,--the
lesson
of
reverence,
the
certainty
that
life
meant
looking
up
to
something,
to
Some
One
greater
than
ourselves,
to
a
Life
far
above
us,
which
yet
enfolded
ours.
The
thought
of
God,
when
He
was
first
spoken
of
to
me,
seemed
as
natural
as
the
thought
of
my
father
and
mother.
That
He
should
be
invisible
did
not
seem
strange,
for
I
could
not
with
my
eyes
see
through
the
sky,
beyond
which
I
supposed
he
lived.
But
it
was
easy
to
believe
that
He
could
look
down
and
see
me,
and
that
He
knew
all
about
me.
We
were
taught
very
early
to
say
"Thou,
God,
seest
me";
and
it
was
one
of
my
favorite
texts.
Heaven
seemed
nearer,
because
somebody
I
loved
was
up
there
looking
at
me.
A
baby
is
not
afraid
of
its
father's
eyes.
The
first
real
unhappiness
I
remember
to
have
felt
was
when
some
one
told
me,
one
day,
that
I
did
not
love
God.
I
insisted,
almost
tearfully,
that
I
did;
but
I
was
told
that
if
I
did
truly
love
Him
I
should
always
be
good.
I
knew
I
was
not
that,
and
the
feeling
of
sudden
orphanage
came
over
me
like
a
bewildering
cloud.
Yet
I
was
sure
that
I
loved
my
father
and
mother,
even
when
I
was
naughty,
Was
He
harder
to
please
than
they?
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